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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

THE SUPER BOWL, AND IT'S RELATIONSHIP TO THE USELESS APPENDAGE OF THE FLIGHTLESS FOWL

It's wing time. As you prepare to watch the Steelers beat the Seahawks in a very close and highly entertaining Super Bowl, you might be thinking of what food to prepare for your Super Bowl Party.

Wings:

Red Hot (Frank's Original Red Hot, immitators will let you down) and butter. 2 parts Red Hot to 1 part butter. I like a little chili powder, garlic powder, white wine, and black pepper, but the main thing is the butter and the Red Hot.

Go to town.

Comments:
Food! That's the point. Food and Drink! The game (what game?) is besides the point!

Super Bowl=Super Dull.
 
And let me tell you, Ted knows a lot about wings... and soup.
 
Could there be another Starz? I think not.
 
Past tense I think. Rocked. Starz rocked.
 
Well since I've alienated Chris over the Lou/Zappa thing, I might as well go for broke...

...yeah, but do they still rock? I can see that they still eat.
 
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